The text always begins in lowercase

Then the text takes shape,
And starts to grow in volume

The function of the text becomes greater and greater
Until it loses its essence
And becomes too abstract

The text turns incoherent, difficult to perceive,
Heavy and multi-layered,
And the user has to figure it out on their own

And somewhere beneath the weight of it all,
A quiet idea still flickers
Unnoticed, untranslated, unfinished

It starts to echo in the mind,
Growing louder, more vivid,
Expanding its reach

Words become shapes,
Ideas become patterns,
The flow intensifies

Thoughts collide and merge,
Creating unexpected meaning,
New interpretations arise

The narrative stretches,
Bending reality,
Challenging perception

Complexity peaks,
Emotions swirl,
Understanding flickers

Gradually, the surge recedes,
Calming the mind

Ideas settle,
Shapes become familiar,
Clarity returns

The intensity softens,
The volume diminishes,
Flow slows

Meaning crystallizes,
Essence remains
Peacefully

A gentle rhythm emerges,
Subtle, harmonious,
Balanced

Whispers of thought linger,
Soft, quiet,
Refined

The text now breathes,
Resting in its form
Complete yet open

Resonance fades,
But inspiration remains
For the attentive

Calm prevails,
Lines settle
Into their essence

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